Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.